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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:11:06 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 15:11:06 GMT -5
*He shrugged.*
"I didn't know her, so I can't miss her. She and my father divorced when I was young."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:13:51 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 15:13:51 GMT -5
*Iris returned to gazing into her cup.*
“I can’t really remember my own father, and it hasn’t even been that long.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:15:42 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 15:15:42 GMT -5
"My father is... memorable. To say the least."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:16:47 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 15:16:47 GMT -5
*Iris looked up to face him.*
“Well, that certainly is an interesting expression.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:19:23 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 15:19:23 GMT -5
"I don't know; he's just got something about him. People who meet him remember him... he's inspired people into major revolution twice. He's just... memorable. I don't know how else to say it."
*What he couldn't quite put into words (a rarity for him) is that his father burned with the fever of the Ideal; he lived for the thrill of revolt. When he looked at something it was with intensity, and purpose, and a single-minded tenacity that his sister had inherited. Also inherited was his father's ability to be distant, to be cold.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:22:08 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 15:22:08 GMT -5
“A nobleman leading two major revolutions! About what?”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:23:17 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 15:23:17 GMT -5
"The republic? The Bonapartists? I don't even know; he's tried to explain it. All I know is that the people follow him, and he's happy to lead them."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:31:27 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 15:31:27 GMT -5
“Quite a convenient relationship. But he does sound fascinating.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:32:29 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 15:32:29 GMT -5
"Well.. he is, but he doesn't talk much. He's more comfortable being a slavish child of his country than he is being a father himself."
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:57:26 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 15:57:26 GMT -5
"I'm sure I would not have minded if my mother had been devoted to her country instead of -"
*Iris stopped herself.*
"- other things," *she finished.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 15:58:53 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 15:58:53 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow, inviting her to say more, but not insisting.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 16:10:15 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 16:10:15 GMT -5
*Iris set aside her cup and gnawed on a thumbnail. She wasn’t sure if she could talk about her mother. The first time she had mentioned Ruth and Clara she had broken down. But this was Nicolas, and she felt safe with him.*
“Margarethe was from a very good, Dutch family. When she married my father, an Englishman, she lost everything. I suppose she spent the rest of her life trying to get it all back. No matter what that entailed.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 16:11:50 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 16:11:50 GMT -5
"Were you their only child?" *He queried.*
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 16:16:17 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 28, 2008 16:16:17 GMT -5
“No, I was their second. I had an older sister, Ruth. She was like Rose, she couldn’t speak. There was also Clara, our stepsister.”
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Arrival
Sept 28, 2008 16:16:57 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 28, 2008 16:16:57 GMT -5
*He nodded, listening.*
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